To know her is to love her
I'm goin' under cover to catch a glimpse but not get caught
But to see her, could be worse, if I don't get my head straight first
On second thought I guess I'll not
She's almost brighter than the sun
Seems to me to be unfair when you consider everyone who pales when they compare
When they compare
Can’t hold a candle to her, ‘cause all the moths get in the way
And they’ll begin to chew her entire attire until it frays
She outshines anyone whoever might dare to bask in the same candlelight
Oh please, don’t seat us in the back
With all the insects and the trash
She is a lady. I’m the tramp.
Collecting stares from pairs close by
Then flutters in the butterfly
You, just a moth drawn to the lamp
She’s like an ancient artifact;
Something you’re lucky to have found
She’ll pinch the nerves in all the necks
When she turns those heads around
Those heads around
Can’t hold a candle to her, ‘cause all the moths get in the way
And they’ll begin to chew her entire attire until it frays
She outshines anyone whoever might dare to bask in the same candlelight
Who may to may dare to bask in the same candlelight
She's almost brighter than the sun.
Seems to me to be unfair when you consider everyone who pales when they compare
When they compare
Can’t hold a candle to her, ‘cause all the moths get in the way
And they’ll begin to chew her entire attire until it frays
She outshines anyone whoever might dare to bask in the same candlelight
In the same candlelight
